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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3309 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Grand Wizza . . . Michael Julius Sottak (Julius) contrived revenge, as we walked back to the dorm in silence "I smell smoke burning, Grandisimo!" "Shhhsss... I'm thinking!" *** The soccer team was playing a half-field game... the mud was too deep in Death Valley for a jeep to pass... so we started using the other end of their field. They confronted us, "Rugby is only a club sport, we are sanctioned by the University! Get off our field!" We explained a plethora of possible insertions and they backed off grumbling about going to the Dean with a list of complaints... *** The Grand Wizza, in his almighty wisdom, sits back in his easy chair in our room... closes his eyes...Marlon Brando in sweat-soaked vision from "Apocalypse Now"... I sensed a great awakening... "You know that deck we've been thinking about building?" "Yes, Great,Great, Grandoon!" I'm already smiling... "I know just where to get the support lumber... those soccer goal posts are perfect!" We donned his forestry hard hats, tested his chain saw... the flourescent saftey jackets were a fine touch... "Dastards rarely get caught when they blend into officiallity!" |
